ZAHRA AKBAR'S

Allow Me

With all his might Fachri tried to knock out his opponents. He used to be able to let his guard down but this time he was more vigilant. The inner energy he had little he used. At least it can minimize the pain if hit.

All styles of punches and locks Fachri muster to match the strength of the opponents who many times than him.

Occasionally Clara screamed hysterically when she saw Fachri hit. But he was helpless in the grip of the burly man who was reluctant to let go.

The man looked furious that his friends were already helplessly sprawled again. He wants to take the girl in his arms away. Unfortunately, the car keys are not in his hands. The car keys were taken by one of his friends, whom Fachri had rendered helpless.

He shouted for the car keys. "Woy. . .! Throw in the car keys?"

When a man throws a car key, Fachri quickly catches the key floating in the air.

A look of tension was on the face of the man holding Clara. In the midst of his panic he wrapped his sturdy arm around Clara's neck. It made the girl even more helpless. The pain ran down his neck. He could only snort to endure the pain while trying to tug at the burly arm that was shackling his neck. But the energy of the fingers did not produce results. Too strong for himself. Even just making a sound can't.

"Give me the key, otherwise I'll break this girl's neck." Threaten the man who took Clara hostage.

Anxiety begins to take hold of Fachri's soul, seeing his girl so tormented.

While continuing to step forward he gave a sharp look.

"Don't come any closer. . .! just give me the key." Slowly carrying Clara back. Fachri's gaze made him feel an aura of immeasurable anger. I don't know why Fachri's gaze was so horrible to him.

Clara felt that too. The gaze that had always been nourishing his soul, now turned into a sharp gaze like a tiger looking for prey. What exactly is Fachri? He does not know who Fachri really is.

Without speaking Fachri continued to approach, while looking for a gap in order to release Clara.

Although in a state of being controlled by emotions, he did not want to do rashly so as to endanger Clara.

With lightning fast Fachri threw the key he held towards the forehead of the man who had tortured Clara.

As a result, the man was in pain and involuntarily removed his arm from Clara's neck.

As soon as possible Fachri secures Clara.

One-on-one this time is not difficult for Fachri. He could easily defeat.

Clara herself searches for the whereabouts of Randi who was the moons of the criminals.

It looks like Randi is lying on the ground. Clara shook Randi's body. I hope there is a response.

"Build Lo Rand. . .! don't die yet." The worry is clearly seen from the sound of his people accompanied by tears that have escaped.

Do not want to lose his little friend who always accompanied him until now.

A coughing sound came out of Randi's mouth. "I'm still alive Non. I don't want to die either." Although Randi's voice sounded weak but it made Clara feel relieved.

He also led Randi leaning in the car next to him.

Meanwhile Fachri was done with his struggle. Slowly the enemies got up and fled in the car they were riding in.

Now his attention was on Clara who was sitting leaning on the side of the car while closing her eyes. Randi was beside him.

Slowly Fachri approached and sat facing Clara. Looking at the face of his heart's lover who is in turmoil. From the corner of the tiny lips there was a bruise and fresh blood coming out.

Both of her hands held gently on Clara's cheeks. Of course that made Clara a little surprised. But he was relieved when he knew the Fachrilah in front of him.

It was clear in Clara's view. How the look of her husband's face that looks sweet and water began to pool in her eyes.

Fachri's fingers rubbed the blood coming out of the corner of the girl's lips in front of him. A small groan sounded in his ears.

Then he pulled out Clara's hair. There was a bruise that started to appear blue. Fachri's heart was completely slashed. He felt unable to protect half of his soul.

"I'm sorry Clara. . .!" Fachri immersed Clara in his arms. As strong as he is as a man, but his soul will be fragile when he sees his love hurt.

Clara put her hands around the back of the man who was holding her. "Don't apologize Fachri. I'm wrong not to hear Randi."

Fachri stretched his arms. "Next time don't ever leave without me." His eyes stared in meaning. A slight gaze hinted at affirmation and supplication.

Clara just nodded. While Randi could not comment anything because of the pain that hit his entire body.

Fachri leads Clara to her feet. Regardless of Randi who had not spoken earlier, he led Clara to walk.

"I was left with nick. . . !" Randi's weak voice began to sound. "From that it has become a mosquito repellent, now it is not even considered. Die ajalah. . .!" Gerrutu Randi's.

That made Fachri and Clara smile. Then they took Randi to walk in the car that Fachri had brought.

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"Awww. . . !" strangling Randi because of the pain that spread when the mother treated the wound "Pelan-gelan dong Bu. . .!"

Not dearest even the blow obtained Randi. "Mother's champ can't be spoiled. Like Fachri tuch he never complained."

Randi poked her lips. Why is he being compared to Fachri. "Who is the mother's son? Me or Fachri?"

The mother's hand was still busy compressing the son's wounds just wayangnya. Hearing that question he seemed to think a little.

"If I may choose Mother, I prefer Fachri who is the son of Mother."

"Yes, I said it's the same with my own son."

"It was you who said it, Yes, I answered."

Randi's mother moved from her seat when she saw Maya passing by.

"May you apply Randi's skin ointment. Auntie wants to cook dinner." Said later. He also stepped into the kitchen.

Inevitably Maya obeyed the middle-aged woman's orders. He walked over and picked up the ointment for Randi.

On the other hand, Fachri painstakingly treated Clara's wounds.

"It hurts Ra?" asked Fachri when he saw Clara grimacing several times to endure the pain.

The two of them looked at each other for a few seconds. Then Fachri held Clara's left cheek with his palm.

"Then trust me. You can think of me as your best friend. Just like Randi. I'm ready to hear whatever you want to tell me."

"I'm sorry. . . !" Clara lowered her gaze feeling guilty. He realized that he had made Fachri feel that he had not fully trusted the existence of the man in his life.

While Maya and Randi can only look at the envy of the scene in front of them.

Fachri again commented a smile while lifting Clara's chin. Fachri's shady eyes seemed to signal affection. He held the girl's hand in front of him. Spreading the warmth of heart and soul.

"If I could be the antidote to your pain. Then, let me also be your antidote. Allow me to be the crutch of all your asals. Let me wipe all your wounds. Allow me to penetrate the recesses of your tribe. Let me embrace your soul and we can step together. Step on the path of life that may be full of waves and storms."

Clara couldn't hold back her tears. He immediately immersed himself in tightly hugging the man in front of him.

Fachri also returned the embrace of his halal girl.

Is this Love Fachri? Why do you always make me fight with feelings I don't yet understand?

Randi who saw Maya was transfixed to see the scene in front of her closed Maya's eyes with her palm. "Don't look at May, ntar you baper."

"What the hell is Rand." Maya brushes Randi's hand. "So sweet Randi. I want to be followed too. The word romantic is constantly hugged." Maya crossed her own hands, as if hugging someone.

"I'm hugging May here." Randi stretches out both hands ready to accept someone to hug.

But Maya hits Randi's hand instead. "Have you. Not yet muhrim."

Randi spontaneously instead screams in pain because Maya punches right about her bruise. "About dong if you want to hit." Randi rubbed his sick hand.

Instantly Fachri and Clara let go of their embrace. Then look towards Maya and Randi who frenzied themselves.

"Tuch is Rand. You ruined the mood."

"Who are you May. Play spanking recklessly. I know the body of boyok gini."

"If bonyok stay throw away dong ya. Like a mango bonyok that's not worth keeping."

Randi sulks in annoyance. "It's the body of people not the mango bonyok."

"Now eleven twelve. Same with the bonyok." Maya said as she passed away.

"Where are you going?" exciting Randi.

"I want to call Siti let me hug you." Maya's voice was getting farther away.

"Calc. . . ! Oh, I'm May." Shouted Randi.

But suddenly Siti came with a drink in the tray and put on the table.

Siti's eyes glanced sharply at Randi. "I also won't hug you." Siti looks like she's about to throw an empty tray in her hand towards Randi.

With a reflex movement Randi lay behind his arms. But it turns out Siti just scared him. Then he left with his tongue out and mocked Randi.

"Your review Ti. . .!" Umbat Randi's.

Clara could not help but laugh at what was happening before her.

"Ketawain is Non. Keep on. . .!" Randi looked annoyed but it was just pretend. She was actually happy to see Clara laughing as usual.

While Fachri was already beside Randi. Tell him to turn around.

"Why are you Ri?"

But Fachri didn't answer Randi's question. Hands have started to grip Randi's shoulders.

"Enak also Ri massage you. It's good to be a masseuse."

Just now his lips finished praising the massage he got. Suddenly Fachri pulled Randi's shoulder back until a crackling sound came out.

The screams were heard again. Fachri has not commented, has moved to other parts and did the same.

"Liet Rand. Ntar Lo body can enjoy this" said Clara when Fachri has completed his activities.

"Crazy you Fachri. It's like I broke all my bones." Then Randi tried to stretch his body and feel different.

"Truly Non, it's kind of delicious now" said Randi.

Fachri sat down next to Clara. "After this you rest. I'll be flossing again tonight."

Randi turned his back, imagining his bones that would come back rustling because of Fachri. But it is also for the sake of his health to recover soon.

Clara herself seemed amused to see Randi's reaction.

"After this it's your turn Clara. But in the room." Fachri said in a flat tone.

"What. . . ?" Clara's screams were shocked.

Now it was Randi's turn to smile with satisfaction. It turns out that Clara will also get the same treatment. But why should I be in the room?

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Thanks to the faithful readers here.

Sorry just updated again. . .!